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The Iceman stayed with dutch in a power dive?

Your the number one ace in the
pacific theater Greg. You have no choice you go home

The Iceman had nothing to do with your orders.

Greg belongs here dad not sitting next
to some hollywood starlet in a parade!

-Sorry we never got our things straightened out
-I know

Now as your new commanding officer you will address me as....

Two on the right!

Run, Shelton Kid!

Couple more on the left!

Coming down to heavy, Charlie!

Stay on my wing!

Cut him off! Cut him off!

Got him.

He missed.

Not him, me.

If these mosquitoes get any fatter, they're gonna need a runway to land.

That's disgusting.

But effective.

Hey, how come they don't have mosquitoes?

Don't you know they fumigate Hollywood sound stages?

You College boy don't hush up, there ain't gonna be enough blood left
for them skeeters.

Yes, sir.

Why don't they get him?

No blood.
His heart pumps 40-weight engine oil.

Don't do it, Sam.

What?

I see that look in your eyes.

Don't compare me to him.

You're not even looking at me.

I've got great peripheral vision.

You'll never sneak up on me.

Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?

That's why I don't want you wasting time worrying.

OK, I won't.

Good.

Sam.

Bobby, what's the matter with you?

Is that the way it really happened, Larry?

Mm, sometimes.

It'll take this morning over the slot.

There I was, 15,000 feet on my back.

All of a sudden, there were two Zeke's on my tail.

One had me high, one had me low.

They started blasting away.

Are you kidding?

Uh, yeah.

Hey, I'm just kidding.

We could never flame out like that.

We have self-sealing gas tanks on.

We have enough armor around that cockpit.

It's like flying a big safe.

Don't worry.
I don't think I want to watch anymore.

Do you mind?

Oh, no, no, no, of course not.

This is just a... Give me my arm back.

Here we go.

Larry and Ellie are leaving.

I said they're leaving.

You know, I think that's getting serious.

I mean, you don't leave in the middle of a war movie.

Unless you're serious, of course.

Despite the mosquitoes, we enjoyed the war movies as much as the folks
back home.

Maybe more.

I guess because Hollywood made the war so simple.

Everything was black and white.

Like the film.

We were always the good guys with steely eyes and square jaws fighting
for freedom.

Mom and apple pie.

And they, they were always the funny looking guys with weak eyes and
silly grins who wouldn't fight unless they outnumbered us 10 to 1.

Yeah.

We liked war films.

took our minds off the real thing.

Dutch! One coming up on you.

Eight o'clock low.

Got him.

You got him.

Number 21.

You know sometimes I get the feeling that you think I can't count.

I can't shake him!

Somebody give me a hand!

Dutch!

Dive!

Dive!

Get out of there, Dutch!

Dutch!

Dutch!

Dutch?

Dutch Cochran?

He went down around 1300 near San Remo.

No chute.

Combat report is on my desk.

General, I knew Dutch a long time, you know, since, um, since China.

That man was the best.

He was best.

Now it's you.

You're the number one ace in the Pacific theater, Greg.

Yeah, well, General, I really don't give a damn about that.

You know that.

I know you don't, but the people back home do.

They're concerned we might lose you.

Me?

They haven't built the Zeke, General.
They can get me.

You've already been shot down twice, Greg.

Down, Colonel, but not out.

Listen, in the past month, we've lost Murdock, Johnson, and Cochran.

Triple aces, all of them, or better.

Now, how do you think that looks in the hometown papers?

Well, I'm sure they'll feel bad about that back home.

-Oh, damn it, Boyington, you know what I'm talking about.
-No, I don't know what you are talking about.

There are people back home making sacrifices so you and I can fight this
war.

They're working in coal mines, steel mills, aircraft factories.

The only glory they ever get is when they come face to face with a genuine
war hero who tells them he couldn't have shot down that zero or blown out
that pillbox without their help.

Now, how are we gonna do that if all our war heroes get killed?

Face to face.

Greg, you're going home.

Like hell I am.

Major, you have no choice.

You're gonna spend the next six months in the States, visiting
factories, making war bond drives, talking to reporters, and enjoying
it, if you were smart.

Now, I know you.

I know you, Boyk, and you're already thinking about the angles.

Well, it's not gonna do you any good.
Forget it.

Not if you want to get back into this war.

Now, the Pentagon has already made it clear

If you cooperate, you'll get reassigned to a combat squadron as soon as
they get through with you.

But you throw one punch, you get written up on one charge, you embarrass
the Corps in any way, and you'll wind up flying a stateside desk for the
duration.

Believe me, there's nothing you can do about this one but smile.

How do you feel about going home at this time, Major?

Let him alone, will you please?
Come on, let's get out of here.

Leave him alone, will you, fellas?

Come on, just leave him alone.

Will you stand back, fellas?

Let us out, will you?

Will you let us out?

Oh, stop it, will you?

Major?

Leave the Black Sheep...

Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Just one moment. May I please?

Now, naturally, Major Boyington is very reluctant to end his second
combat tour so abruptly.

But he realized the need to personally thank all the folks who were
really responsible for his victories.

The, uh, defense workers who decided to build his Corsair, who packed
his parachute, who built his engine.

Who put the relief tube in my cockpit so I wouldn't bust a gut on long
missions.

Ah, Colonel, the scotch tastes terrible.

Huh?

Tastes all right to me.

Yeah.

Dutch and I, uh... bought this bottle of cognac in Sydney last April.

We swore if one of us got it, so would the bottle.

To Major Dutch Cochran!

Best damn squadron commander in the Pacific.

To Dutch.

To Dutch.

The best.

The best.

He'll be after you next.

Who?

The Iceman.

I'd like to propose a toast to the Black Sheep.

Who's the Iceman?

The VMF2...

That's right.
You guys don't patrol the San Remo sector.

Doesn't matter.
He'll come looking for you.

He only hunts the best.

Dutch, Johnson, Murdoch.

Are you telling me that this Iceman got all three of those guys?

Yeah.

He must have 50 flags on his cockpit.

That ain't no regular Zizro he's got.

I mean, it's supercharged.

It's hotter than a banshee.

Dutch couldn't shake him.

Dutch was good.

The Iceman just stuck to his tail.

Didn't fire a shot until Dutch slammed into a power dive.

The Iceman stayed with Dutch in a power dive?

He closed on him, Greg.

That's when he blew Dutch away.

Don't worry.

You'll get him.

It's going to be pretty hard to do in the middle of the ticker tape parade.

What do you mean?

I've been ordered home.

Why?

Why?

Boyington, the Iceman had nothing to do with your orders.

Like hell he didn't.

You're shipping my butt out of here because you don't think I can take
this guy.

Well, I never ran from anything or anybody in my life, and I'm sure I'm not
going to start now.

Boyington, you don't have a choice.

Your orders are to stand down for transfer.

Not for 48 hours.

Well, what about the Black Sheep?

They're getting a new C.O. tomorrow.

And if you're the kind of squadron commander I think you are, you'll
spend the next two days seeing that they hit it off together and not go
gallivanting around the South Pacific looking for some samurai
warrior to have a Grade B Western shootout with.

Isn't that what heroes are supposed to do?

Boyington!

Clear!

Lard was right

I'd have spend tomorrow Introducing the new CO and saying my goodbyes.

But still it gulled me.

Somewhere out there a hotshot was gunning for me.

And I was going home.

It was one of those times where you what you're going to do is wrong,

but you do it anyways.

I took up a heading for San Remo, I wanted at least one crack at the Iceman.

I want to thank you all for your support.

I'd done some stupid things in this war, but this was a Lulu.

Here I was, all alone, 5,000 feet over the biggest Japanese fighter base
in the Solomons, looking for the Iceman.

Thank God he wasn't around.

My common sense finally overcame the anger and I decided to get out,
fast.

And then I thought, it wouldn't be polite to go without saying goodbye.

There's gotta be something we can do.

Like what?

I don't know.

Something.

Maybe we could refuse to fly.

Since when do you consider what you do to my airplanes is flying?

Hey, Sarge, don't you understand that they're trying to send Pappy
home?

You College boys make me laugh.

What do you think this is, a Fraternity?

It's a Marine Corps.
Marines get transferred and that's a fact.

Yeah, but we didn't expect it to happen to Pappy.

Hey, I hear a Corsair.

Right there.

Pappy, where you been? They said
that you left Espritos two hours ago.

Since when do I need a nurse maid?

We were just worried about you, that's all.

We didn't know what you might do.

-You heard.
-It's all over the South Pacific.

Even Tokyo Roads is broadcasting.

Yeah, and we don't understand.

What don't you understand?

I have been ordered home.

How could they do that to you, Pappy?

Well, why are you letting them do it?

It doesn't make any sense.

I mean, they can't send you home.

They can't, huh?
Well, well, they're doing it.

Well, something blackmail is something to me.

This is the best stuff we have.

This is the best stuff anybody's got.

They can't send you home, can they?

They can and they are.

Tomorrow morning, you'll have a new CO.

And if I were you, Jim, I would get a haircut.

But Pappy.

I don't want to hear it!

What do I look like, a dead mother?

Now, it's been nice.

It really has been nice.

But it's over.

Major, I'm Greg Boyington.

How do you do?
Major John Duncan.

How do you do?

Stan, would you take the major's bags, please?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

-Say, welcome aboard, Major, but, um, under the circumstances...
-I understand.

Uh, you'll be doubling up with me.

I hope you don't mind we're a little short of space.

I'll be leaving tomorrow evening.

I don't want to inconvenience you.

No, it's-it's no inconvenience.

Most of the squadron's in the, uh, sheep's pen.

That's, uh, it's our version of an officer's club.

I'll run up the rest.

I thought it'd be a good idea to have a joint
briefing. That way we could ease the chain of command.

I beg your pardon, Major.

I know what you're trying to do, and I appreciate it.

But let's face it. There's no way that I'm
gonna replace Pappy Boyington with those boys.

I mean, I know that, you know that, and I'm sure the black sheep know that.

The one thing I can do is gain their respect.

And frankly, I'm gonna have to do that on my own.

So if you don't mind, I'd like to meet your black sheep.

But I'd like to meet them without their, uh....

Their pappy hanging over my shoulder.
Would that be all right?

Sure.

It's the end of the flight line to the left.

And there's a sign that says, sheep's pen.

Thank you.

Lieutenant, uh, French.

Ah, Lieutenant French, may I have a beer, please?

Yeah, I guess so.

Thank you.

Gentlemen, Major John Duncan.

It's going to take me a couple of days to learn your names.

I hope you'll bear with me till that time.

Mm.

Thanks.

Who's the exec?

Larry.

Larry?

Captain Larry Casey.

I'm nearly 20, Major.

And yes, I look young, but the proof is in my packet, which I'm sure you'll
check.

You can bet on that, son.

Where is Captain Casey?

He's not around.
He's probably over at the radio shack.

That is a kangaroo, isn't it?

Harry?

Harry the Rocco Shaughnessy?

Of course he's a kangaroo.

Where's the duty officer?

You do have a duty roster, don't you?

A duty roster?

I think we got one of them around here somewhere.

Wouldn't the duty roster be over at operations?

You know, that'd be why I can't find him.

Lieutenant, uh, Bragg, you can call me Jerry.

Oh, thank you, Jerry.

Would you mind running over to operations and get me a duty roster,
please?

Sure.

Hey, where's operations?

Isn't that where the radios are?

That's the radio shack.

Hey, what about the tent that got blown away in the air raid?

Which one?

The one with the still in it.
Was that operations?

That was the field kitchen.
The mud marines left.

Uh-huh.

I knew there was one here somewhere.
A duty roster, sir.

Thank you.

Oh, then this must be the operations shack.

You know, you're right.

I remember the first day we got here, there was distinctly a sign over
that door saying operations.

This Judy roster is four months old.

It also belongs to another squadron.

Well, we're a little relaxed around here, sir.

You'll get used to it.

Yeah.

Was that, uh?

That's him.

That's Pappy's replacement.

Hey, nobody can replace Pappy.

Maybe not, but he seemed like a nice guy.

He's too easy.

I got no respect for a major who's that easy.

When a superior officer comes in the room, you will come to attention.

Ten hut!

Ten hut!

My name is Major Duncan.

Now, as your new commanding officer, you will address me as major?

Major Duncan or sir?

Is that clear?

Yeah.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

I can't hear you.

Yes, sir.

I still can't hear you.

Yes, sir.

Now, when you are not flying, you will wear the regulation issue uniform
of the South Pacific theater.

No burlap bags, rags, or grass skirts.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes,sir.

It ought to be a purple heart for writer's cramp.

What is it?

Sam.

Get out.

Hi, Dad.

How are you?

I'm fine.

They sent me over here to weedle out some supplies from this rare area.

-Oh, they made you the scrounger, huh?
-Well, sort of.

How'd you do?

You'll find out.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Come on over here.

How are you, honey?

Eh, OK.

What's the matter?
What's wrong?

It's the black sheep.

The black sheep?

If one of those misbegotten flyboys has tried anything.

Dad, unfortunately, that's not the problem.

They've been perfect gentlemen.

Unfortunately?

Well, look, I need your help.

Name it.

Stop Greg Boyington's transfer.

That's not playing fair, Sam.

He's needed here.

The Black Sheep are so shook up, they're liable to shoot each other down
instead of the enemy.

Orders are orders.

Well, you're his commanding general.

Who takes his orders from Washington?

Greg belongs here, Dad.

Not sitting next to some Hollywood starlet in a parade.

So that's what's bothering you.

Don't be a father.

Has that China Marine got to you?

What do you mean, got to me?

Oh, all right.
Just a figure of speech.

You know better than that, Sam.

Look, Dad, I'm sorry.

I guess part of the reason I came here was for me.

But I really am worried about the black sheep, too.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Well, Major Duncan is a good officer.

You know, he may not be a pappy Boyington, but he'll do his best to look out for
them.

I hope so.

So do I, Sam.

So do I.

Gentlemen.

I will not send a squadron into combat until I know how that squadron
flies as individuals and as a unit.

We have plenty of time before sunset for me to observe a squadron
scramble and your individual landings.

Captain Casey, front and center.

Front and center, Captain Casey.

-What is this, the Marine Corps?
-Yeah.

Captain, I believe I just heard lieutenants Boyle and French volunteer
for the 2400 and 0400 watches.

Kindly so accommodate them on a duty roster.

Thank you, gentlemen.

-I thought he said it was going to take
a couple of days to remember our names.
-You shut up.

Captain, you will observe with me.

I would appreciate your recommendations on flight leaders, radio
frequencies, and code names.

Yes, sir.

Bobby, take A flight.

Don, take B flight.

Captain, I will have my officers in a military formation addressed by
their rank and surname.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Boyle, A flight.

Lieutenant French, B flight.

For this exercise, set your radios to blue channel.

The major will be home plate.

Much better, Captain.

Stand by for the alert.

-"Much better, Captain."
-You should have mentioned it.

The La Cava tower, this is a practice scramble.

Repeat, a practice scramble.

Sound the alert in 10 seconds.

What are you doing to my airplane?

It's called a top overhaul and it ain't your airplane no more.

Besides, they're just practicing.

They're what?

Major Duncan's putting them through their paces.

Them college boys finding this man's Marine Corps?

You like officers with ramrod for backbones, huh?

I don't like no officers, but at least I understand that kind.

Oh, yeah?
Well, understand this.

This is my airplane, Micklin, till I get off this rocket.

I expect it to be flyable 24 hours a day.

I just pulled a cylinder.

Tough. You put it back in, or you'll be shoveling out
the head for the next 24 hours, and that's not a promise.

That is an order.

Where you going, Stan?

Nowhere, Sarge.

Get back up that ladder.

Uh, how'd we do, sir?

Captain, I've seen turtles hurdle faster.

A flight, you are cleared to land.

B flight, Old Angels 5, two miles south of the field until A flight has
landed.

Then you may proceed to land.

All pilots be prepared to make a go around if so instructed over A flight,
roger.

B flight, roger.

Please tell me each pilot's name just as he's making his approach.

Yes, sir.

Jerry, your radio out?

I'm on White Channel.

Go.

I figure there's a crosswind down there liable to blow me right over that
jeep.

How about you?

Me too.

First Corsair approaching, sir.

Lieutenant Pruitt.

Very nice, Lieutenant.

You can park it.

Lieutenant Boyle.

Lieutenant Keene.

B flight approaching, sir.

Lieutenant Bragg.

All right, take it around again, Lieutenant.

Who's next, Captain?

Lieutenant French.

B flight leader, this is home plate.

If you have the same crosswind problem as Lieutenant Bragg, you will be
shooting touch and go with him for the rest of the day.

That's very nice, Lieutenant, and very wise.

You can park it.

We are ready when you are, Lieutenant Bragg.

Take it around again, Lieutenant Bragg.

Three bounces.
Okay, kick it up.

Ha!

-Boyle, you'd even bet on your own funeral.
-If I could, I would.

Uh, the Sheep's Pen is closed, Pappy.
It's now operations.

Yeah, and that's not all.

We gotta stand watches.

Watches for what, mosquitoes?

Not only that, but we gotta eat one meal a day together in regulation
uniform.

And until he qualifies us, the nurse's quarters are off limits, unless
you're sick.

This guy's more marine than John Wayne.

I'm out of here tomorrow in a transport, but you're not.

If I were you guys, I'd learn to deal with one Major John Duncan.

Everything ends.

Even Jerry's touch and goes.

Well, I guess if I want something to eat, I'm gonna go have to put on a clean
uniform.

Why don't you do that?
Take a shower, too.

Halt!

Who goes here?

That you, Stan?

It's me, Sarge.

What do you think you're doing, boy?

Please, Sarge, if you come any closer without the password, I'm gonna
have to shoot you.

You do, and I'm gonna put you in the hospital.

What the hell is going on?

You're not going anywhere, and that's orders.

Now, you know you're missing in action, but ain't nobody bothered to
tell you yet.

All right, now, wait a minute.

What's going on out here?
I'm gonna kill me a Marine.

As you were Corporal.

What are you doing in officer's country?

Came to tell Boyington I put the cylinder back in his airplane in case he
wants to go for a midnight joyride.

Sir, Sergeant.

Huh?

I think he wants you to put a sir on the end of your sentence.

Isn't that how they do it in this man's Marine Corps?

Carry on, Corporal.

I'm a little surprised it's you, though, Sergeant.

After all, you are old Corps.

I expect it better.

The Corporal's only following orders.

Carry on, Sergeant.

Some rain, huh?

Yeah.

Scotch?

Please.

Be a rough day.

I mean, for everyone.

To the Black Sheep.

How many times did you send Jerry around?

Was that Lieutenant Bragg?

Uh-huh.

Well, at first it was a disciplinary measure.

Then his landings really deteriorated.

He must be the worst pilot in your squadron.

Well, actually, he's one of the best.

You really couldn't prove that by me, Major.

Oh, you've seen the records?

No, but I intended to.

I found most of them when they were up on charges.

Major, I'm very well aware of your reputation and how you put this zoo
together.

Now, I don't know how you managed to build a combat record of this unit.

Frankly, I don't care that they're not my kind of Marine Corps, and your
way of running a squadron is not my way.

You haven't even gotten to know these boys before you started ragging
them.

I gave them a chance to make the change.

They treated me like an idiot, which I am not.

Now, I'm going to put this on your doorstep, Major.

They have no discipline, they have no honor, they have no esprit de
corps.

Look, I commanded a squadron that had damn near as impressive a record as
your black sheep.

But they didn't need a drawer full of court-martialed to go along with
it.

Now, I did not ask for this command, but as long as I've got it, I'm gonna
run it my way.

And the sooner that I can do that without having their pappy looking over
my shoulder, the better it is.

Navigation, air-to-air tactics, radio procedure.

What are we, back at flight school?

It sure feels that way.

I never did like flight school.

Uh, sir?

Uh, excuse me, sir.

Uh, you know, this evening, uh, Major Boyington is, uh, leaving on the
transport.

Uh, we were sort of thinking about throwing a kind of a going-away party
and... Get to the point, Captain.

Uh, yes, sir.

Uh, I was wondering if the Major could see his way clear to release the
squadron early today.

Are you suggesting that I do not keep Lieutenant Bragg out all day?

Uh, yes, sir.

Or any of us.

I see.

For your information, Captain, I am flying to Espritos today for a
meeting.

So he can have your bash, and I'll be out of your hair.

How's that?

Thank you, sir.

I mean for not keeping us out all day.

Captain, I know exactly what you mean.

Yes, sir.

You wouldn't leave before the party, would you?

Why not?

Maybe because some people who love you around here, for God only knows
what reason, thought it would be a nice way to say goodbye.

Sam, have you ever been to one of those parties?

Everybody tells everyone else how this is the best squadron they've
ever flown with.

You're the best wingman I ever had.

And a group of guys have never been closer.

Somebody makes a stupid promise that after the war, they're going to
meet in San Francisco or Times Square or someplace, someplace you know
they'll never meet.

And finally, mercifully, it's over.

but not until everyone's crying in their beer.

No, no thanks.

If I want watered down booze, I'll get up on some click joint on Lou.

You really feel that way, huh?

Listen, Sam, I'm sorry we never got our things straightened out.

It could have been anybody, but.

-But the General's daughter?
-No, no.

His rank had nothing to do with it.

I know.

Goodbye.

Stan, store that for me.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Not waiting around for the transport, huh?

Nah.

I can ferry my plane back.

You're gonna miss a hell of a party.

Yeah.

Tell you, if you see Betty Grable, tell her Andy Micklin still loves her.

Clear!

Clear!

Put the word out on the loudspeaker, Major Boyington is leaving.

Yes, sir, Sarge.

Attention.

Attention, all personnel.

Major Greg Boyington is now leaving.

Tower, this is Black Sheep One.

I'm ready for takeoff.

Stand by one.

Black Sheep One, clear for takeoff.

Good luck, Pappy.

What do you mean they are not combat ready?

Just that, sir.
The black sheep are not ready for combat.

Major, you are talking about one of the hottest outfits in the South
Pacific.

They have one of the best records out here.

How can they not be ready?

Sir, I don't know anything about what they've done in the past.

I can only tell you that right now it is all they can do to go up and come down
without running into each other.

Major.

You will order the 214 to fly the missions assigned to them, and that is
that.

No, sir, I will not.

Marine Corps Regulation 275 Article 12 clearly states that the
commander of a unit is the sole determiner of the combat-ready status of
said unit.

Now, you can replace me, Colonel.

But according to Marine Corps Regulations, I am telling you the Black
Sheep are not combat-ready.

Major, to hell with regulations.

There is a war going on.

Colonel, you said that?

Colonel, I'm going to buy you a drink.

Two more on me.

You know, I'm beginning to think you're right about the taste of this
scotch.

Well.

About an hour or you'll be off, huh?

This next song is for Major Greg Boyington, or as his black sheep call
him, Pappy.

Too bad you're going home.

The Iceman was looking forward to meeting you.

But don't worry.

The way America's losing this war, he'll get another chance somewhere
over sunny California.

God, which is worse, the Iceman or her?

I could kiss them both.

What?

How many air victories does Duncan have?

Eight.

No, Greg, no, that will not work.

It has got to be you.

You are the leading ace in this theater, and it has got to be you.

Does it?

Who would you rather send to Washington, me or the ace that shot down the
Iceman?

You know, this stuff isn't so bad.

OK, Rock.
You feeling all right, Rock?

Don't hurt the dog, Rock.

Hey, what's with them?

I don't know.

Think it's an air raid, Sarge?

Hey, it's Pappy!
He just call in on-final!

I knew you'd be back, Pappy.

I told everybody.

How'd you bet on it, Boyle?

He bet on it, all right.

Yeah.

Hey, Micklin.

Yeah?

Find the hottest bird we've got.

I want you to soup it up until it'll beat anything in the South Pacific.

I don't care if you blow an engine.

It only has to fly one mission.

Are you nuts?

Just do it, Micklin.

What hot shot's gonna fly it?

The hell I will!

I am offering you a choice between a promotion, maybe the Navy Cross,
certainly a trip back to the States.

We're flying the next 6 months with... with them.

What's it gonna be?

Convincing Major's Duncan to go along wasn't half as hard as I thought
it'd be.

I mean, a couple of days with the black sheep.

He was ready for anything.

If my plan worked, I'd be back with the black sheep, and the good major
would be winging stateside in my place.

There was only one little hitch.

First, I had to play cold meat for the ice man.

Zekes, 10 o'clock, Pappy.

OK, you meatheads.

Let's go.

Pappy, you got him!

Wooooo!

Number 20!

Way to go, Pappy!

Pappy, Zeke, 7 o'clock.

It's the Iceman.

I can't shake this guy!

Dive!

Dive!

Duncan!

Duncan!

Duncan, Duncan come on.

America welcomes home its newest hero.

Lieutenant Colonel John Duncan of the Marine Corps' famous Black Sheep
Squadron, while their permanent squadron leader, Major Greg
Boyington, was assigned temporary duty on Espritos Marcos.

Major Duncan led V.M.F. 214

on a series of daring fighter sweeps deep into the Solomons' slot.

Outnumbered 3 to 1

Daring shooting.

It was my soup enough that engine had done it.

That's right, Sarge.

That's right.

I'll bet 5 bucks they pin the medal on that guy.

Gee, they pinned the medal on the guy.
What did I tell you?

Hey, Pappy, where'd they film this, in Hollywood?

The president and Mrs. Roosevelt warmly congratulated him on his last
and most famous victory, when on the 23rd of August, while flying top
cover for his men, he shut down Japan's greatest ace, Captain
Okurunishi, known throughout the South Pacific as the Iceman.

Didn't Hollywood get that guy last week?

Yeah.

Hollywood got that guy last week.

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